Luck O' the Irish

So I can say I am officially 1/8 Irish - which makes my kids 1/16.
That does count for one thing!
A claim on St. Patrick's Day!

The leprechauns visited our house this morning and left a shamrock trail
to some funny glasses and Irish gold coins.

Then for breakfast - green pancakes and green OJ of course!

And the lunch boxes also had to be green! Green bagel with cream cheese, a green apple and green juice box!

And lastly the expected corned beef and cabbage for dinner. No green beer this year, my husband gave it up.

I do have to thank my dear friend, Shawnie's mom for instilling these traditions in our family. She passed away not long ago, but I will always remember her holiday flair and the green mashed potatoes! So here's to you Erlinda! Hope you are enjoying a pint in heaven!

Enjoy the pictures!

The Wee Leprechauns

Irish Eyes are Smiling

The Chocolate Sacrifice

Being brought up Episcopalian, and then went to Catholic school - I still feel the urge to give up something for Lent. Although, most people from my church now do not do this, I still know for me it is feeling the sacrifice that helps me understand THE sacrifice.

So I gave up Diet Coke -gasps from my friends who know this is my drink of choice! And hold on to your hat - chocolate!



It's been a week, and surprisingly the perfect drink is easily forgotten, however, I have accidentally eaten chocolate 4 times! And I just got my Girl Scout cookies. They are taunting me right now from the freezer....



So I'll let you know how it goes, but resisting the 40 days of temptation will make for an even more blessed Easter!

life

i don't know how he does it, but my husband is a rock.

today he visited a great friend, and gave his mother in law last rites.

he visited a mother of two who is my age with cancer.

he prayed for another friend who has a baby not quite a year diagnosed with brain cancer.

and if that was not enough, did his normal meetings, even the baseball managers meeting.

all in all, enough for me to say ENOUGH! but what did he do? he came home, hugged our children so tight and read and laid them down to sleep.

God sure knew what He was doing when He called Mike to ministry. Lord, thank you for bringing Mike into my life.

pump it up

bootcamp was cancelled today. generally my second alternative is to go to the gym, but with ethan's school schedule today that was not going to work. so turned on the dvd,
and popped in "the firm".

of course, the second my kids saw me doing the crazy moves - they were all over it.

we squatted.
we lunged.
we curled.
we pumped.
and man did we laugh.

bella's contribution was to regularly ask for the "lelow" ones (my yellow hand weights).

keeping on the kid fitness track. i decided to actually walk the .75 mile to the grocery store for that one ingredient i needed. bella was in tow in her stroller. on the way home - she exclaimed. "i walk". my first reaction - great this is going to take hours.

but instead - through her, i saw ever color of flower, every fire truck,
every button, and every car.

kids have a way of slowing you down and showing you things you miss.
i think i might have to walk to the store more often.

the fall

i've told him a thousand times. we have talked it about it way too many times. and of course, ethan, my adventurous 5 year old could not resist.

we have a huge pane window in the front of our house - the kind that makes you feel like you are in a fish bowl - and just outside of it there is an all too tempting ledge.

so there we are, saying goodbye to our friends from a play date, and the ethans (yes his friend is also ethan) decided to climb the ledge....and thud.

of course the frantic mom side of me took over - there was blood. we rushed upstairs, pulled out the magic cream (my aunt's name for neosporin) and was about to clean and lecture away, when ethan stared at me and quietly said, "mommy my nose is bloody and my lip is bloody. how am i going to kiss you goodnight?" in turn i quietly hugged him, and told him i would still kiss him no matter what. thankfully my lecture was quieted before it even began.

then i got to thinking. is this what we do when we realize our sins to Jesus? do we look at him with our stained lips and wonder how are we going to still be loved? thank you, Lord that your grace is enough for me.